Which is why we're talking about what we want now, isn't it?

[ Shifting, Hermione leans over, taking his hands and holding them between her own. They rest there for a moment before she breathes out. ]

I want to be with you as well. I don't want anything... I mean, I don't think being informal would work for me. [ She holds onto his hands, bowing her head. ] If... If you want me, Ignis, I'm here. We can be formal about it.